The siege at the gate of Kyoto Newspaper Group became big news in Kyoto that day. The most important reason was that when everyone heard that it was because Kunlun was required to be serialized every day, they immediately became interested: "How about we go too?
Protest?!"
"Isn't this bad..."
"Don't you want to see Kunlun every day?"
"Let's go, let's go protest too!"
When Zhou Wumeng returned to the headquarters of the Kyoto Newspaper Group in the evening, he looked at the crowds of people surrounding the gate of the Kyoto Newspaper Group in three circles, and he took a breath instantly. At this time, the police came.
, but no amount of persuasion was in use. I just asked the Kyoto Daily to serialize Kunlun every day, otherwise they would not leave!
This is totally beyond Zhou Wumeng's expectation. How could he have imagined that everyone's enthusiasm for martial arts is actually much higher than he imagined. It's just that the martial arts before Kunlun were not good-looking!
He quietly entered through the door used for shipping goods at the back. As soon as he arrived at the office, he threw the contract to the contracting editor. Then he pondered for half a minute and said: "Increase Kunlun's thousand-word manuscript fee. The manuscript fee for the first serial issue will be paid now."
He calls and leaves the rest to me."
"But his standard of royalties is already the highest... Bai Mo is not as high as him," the middle-aged editor was stunned for a moment.
"There must be a precedent. If other people can make readers come and surround the Kyoto Newspaper Group, I will also give them such royalties," Zhou Wumeng said while rubbing his temples: "Comrades, haven't you realized that the Kyoto Newspaper Group has once again
The opportunity to break through the upper limit has arrived, everyone will wait and see."
At this moment, Ren He was enjoying a peaceful life without tasks. Today's coding task was also completed. He could practice singing with Yang Xi without any burden. As soon as he arrived on the rooftop, he received a call from Zhou Wumeng.
Isn't this old man urging me to update again? The content to be serialized this Saturday has already been sent to him.
When I picked up the phone, I heard Zhou Wumeng on the other side say: "Your manuscript fee for the last issue has been paid to you, and the standards have been raised for you."
Damn, that’s not good!
"Task: At 9:40 tomorrow morning, on the security window outside the host class classroom, complete 45 pull-ups within 1 minute."
Damn it, it turns out that the mission came too quickly and I didn’t have any precautions. And why is this mission so painful and the rules are so detailed? There were no such missions in the past, and they even stipulated when to start the mission.
And the location was designated, outside my classroom! You must know that your classroom is on the third floor, and it is all suspended.
That is to say, I must climb from the downstairs to the third floor with bare hands before 9:40, and then start doing pull-ups on time at 9:40, completing 45 pull-ups within 1 minute. This is a combination task!
Could it be that the Heavenly Punishment System has started releasing more difficult tasks?!
But the key point is that tomorrow morning at 9:40 is the time for the second class in the morning. Ren He scratched his chin and thought, who is the second class tomorrow morning? It seems to be Chinese...
"Hello?" On the phone, Zhou Wumeng suddenly noticed that there was no sound from Ren He's side and thought it was because the signal was poor.
"Ah, Mr. Zhou, please continue talking," Ren He came back to his senses.
"Well, the Kyoto Newspaper Group was surrounded by your readers this morning," Zhou Wumeng said calmly: "They requested to serialize Kunlun every day. I originally wanted to break up the weekly volume and update it every day, but readers
He’s not a fool either, so…”
"I can't write it..." Ren He immediately understood what Mr. Zhou meant. If he wasn't writing the sacred book, there would be no problem in writing twenty thousand Kunlun in one day, because it was all in his memory. He could just move it to the computer.
, but the problem is that we have to keep up with the updates of the sacred books. If we stop updating, we will be poor for three generations, and the eunuch will ruin his life!
But he couldn't tell Mr. Zhou that he was still writing a short novel to make money. After telling Mr. Zhou, he would probably immediately ask him to stop updating the sacred book...
"Ahem, Mr. Zhou, you also know that if you pursue speed too much in creation, the quality will definitely decline. I have to ensure the quality!" Ren He said seriously.
"That's right," Mr. Zhou fell into deep thought...
"I also know that Mr. Zhou is in a difficult situation. Look at this, let's not agree directly. Let's change it to 2, 4, and 6 serials every week. This will make them feel better, and my pressure will not be so great. Cheng
No?" Ren He asked.
At this time, Zhou Wumeng began to worry about the quality: "Can you guarantee the quality? Don't ruin such a novel that can become a classic!"
"Don't worry!" Kunlun's 950,000-word manuscript is in his mind, and of course it won't be unfinished...
"Okay, then remember to submit the manuscript on time!" Zhou Wumeng hung up the phone.
Ren He calculated it and found that there was still one and a half months before he planned to help Yang Xi sing during the winter vacation. As long as he worked overtime, he could write the entire Kunlun in this month and a half.
After all, I might not have that much time after the winter vacation, but... I seem to have forgotten to tell Mr. Zhou not to pay royalties so frequently...
Yang Xi was listening when Zhou Wumeng and Ren He were on the phone. When she saw Ren He hung up the phone, she suddenly asked: "Are you writing a novel? Is your name Kunlun?"
Ren He didn't deliberately avoid Yang Xi when he made the call just now, so she could hear Zhou Wumeng's voice, but she couldn't hear it clearly intermittently. She only knew that the title of the book was Kunlun. But at this time, Kunlun's influence
It hasn't spread too far yet, after all, it's only the first serialization, so Yang Xi has never heard of Kunlun's novel, and she doesn't know who the person on the other side of the phone is.
"Well, it's a novel I wrote," Ren He said cheerfully.
"Can you let me take a look?" Yang Xi asked, tilting her head.
"I haven't finished writing it yet. I'll give you a set when I finish it," Ren He said vaguely.
Yang Xi didn’t know why Ren He gave up his musical talent to write novels. Maybe this was the pursuit Ren He was talking about? Maybe there is someone like this in your life, who is constantly challenging new areas of life and challenging himself to do what he can’t do.
Do not dwell on past achievements, and always let yourself walk on the road, whether it is soul or body.
This kind of person is like an inspiring lamp in life. Thinking of them will cheer up your spirit, throw away all negative energy and worries, and get on the road again.
At this moment, in Yang Xi's eyes, Ren He is probably such a person. She doesn't know what she will think when she knows that Ren He writes books just to make money...
After Ren He left in the evening, Yang Xi returned to the rooftop and played and sang the songs given to her by Ren He over and over again. She loved every song, every song was her own song, and every song was given by him.
This was the first time she tried this feeling. Yang Xi learned to miss it when she was 15 years old.
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Thanks to Fenglin Youqi, Master Tianshen, Fu Yao, Shuyou 130405, Baili Jingyun, Sir Feng Shao, Ye Lingfeng, and Mi Yuli for their rewards.
